Rise from the coffin and rebuild the vampire empire

Chapter 26 Damn Half-elf Vampire!
"You can ask around in the Mountain Kingdom. Granni of the Oak family is undoubtedly highly praised. I once dug out a blue crystal that's even better than your amethyst. Holding it in my hand is like holding a handful of turbulent seawater!"

Walking up the stairs with his short legs, he followed Karen into the room. Granny Oak kept bragging about himself, and what he said sounded like the truth. Karen almost believed it.

"Snapped."

The door of the room was closed, and Granny Oak's mind finally calmed down. The god of greed left his mind, his sanity began to return, and sweat began to appear on his head.

"Ahem, what do you want me to identify?"

Granny Oak spoke in a noticeably lower voice. Dwarves all had loud voices, at least that was the case with all the dwarves Karen had seen. Even the High King of the Mountain Kingdom spoke at the top of his voice. Of course, that might be considered normal speech for them.

Karen took out the two-handed sword "Bloodfall" from his backpack, placed it on the table in the room, and then signaled the dwarf to come forward.

Karen didn't even need to call him, Granny Oak couldn't take his eyes off the "Blood Meteorite" the moment he saw it.

"This, this, this, this!"

Granni approached the "Blood Meteorite" and stretched out his hands to touch it, but he didn't dare. His eyes were full of awe.

"Seven thousand years? Eight thousand years? No! Ten thousand years! This is a craft that's at least ten thousand years old! God, Mognik! What am I seeing?! The ancestor has appeared! The ancestor has appeared!"

Granni danced and talked nonsense, looking like he was crazy, and kept calling the name of the God of Forging and Mining.

Although he behaved a bit crazy, at least Granny's judgment was fine, which made Karen quite relieved. At least this guy's ability in forging was not exaggerated, and it was obvious that he was very knowledgeable about forging technology.

"Could this pattern be..."

After a period of madness, Granny lay down in front of the "Blood Meteorite" seriously and began to observe it carefully. The more he looked, the more excited he became.

"No mistake, no mistake, it's the same Dragon Slayer Axe in the High King's hand!"

Granni looked confident. He had once met the High King with his master and saw the legendary "Dragon Slayer's Axe" that was said to have drunk dragon's blood. The casting pattern on it was exactly the same as this greatsword!
"Of course, Granni, you've even met the High King?"

Karen was quite surprised. Could it be that this guy was really quite skilled? Ordinary dwarven craftsmen probably never got to see the High King.

"Grunny of the Oak family never lies."

Granni patted his chest, obviously proud of having met the High King.

"Half-elf brother, where did you get this sword?"

After watching "Blood Meteor", Granny's attitude changed obviously, and his tone began to become somewhat flattering.

Dwarves have a good natural impression of half-elves, because half-elves, like dwarves, are a race with a relatively long lifespan. The lifespan of dwarves is generally around four to five hundred years, while the lifespan of half-elves is generally around three to four hundred years.

Dwarves often say that "the difference between acquaintances and friends is about a hundred years," so it is difficult for dwarves to forge truly solid relationships with short-lived humans. On the contrary, they can easily become friends with races with similar lifespans such as gnomes, halflings, and half-elves.

The pairing of half-elf and dwarf adventurers is a classic combination, and half-elves also like to team up with dwarves.

Because dwarves do not care about the social relationship between humans and elves that half-elves struggle with, but appreciate the unique qualities of half-elves that combine the advantages of both elves and humans. Half-elves can also tolerate the rudeness, slovenliness and self-boasting of dwarves.

"It was dug out from a grave near my camp." Karen sat on the chair and started to pick up Fan. If our roles were reversed, I would let you know what cruelty is!

"Is there anything else?"

Granny's eyes sparkled, and he looked eager for more, which made Karen feel a chill. You, a bearded dwarf, should not show such an expression, it is really hard to make people collapse.

However, this reaction of Granny Oak was also within Karen's expectations. The dwarves are a race that worships their ancestors very seriously. Even in casting techniques, they are very respectful of the ancients, and they believe that the older the technique, the more exquisite it is.

Obviously, this has not changed until now, and these dwarves are still obsessed with ancient relics as always.

Karen's greatsword "Bloodfall" was forged by the then High King of the Dwarves, "Dragon Slayer" Gorgon himself. According to that guy, it was made with exquisite craftsmanship passed down from ancient times.

Karen didn't know that the forging technology was not ancient, nor could he tell, but it was certain that "Blood Meteorite" was a peerless sword.

Moreover, even if the "Dragon Slayer" Gorgor was lying to him, the forging skills from ten thousand years ago were definitely ancient enough today.

"Come with me and take a look, won't you know?"

A smile appeared on Karen's face. Dwarves were a little too easy to understand. Although they liked to brag about themselves, they were not good at lying or cheating. Most dwarves were straightforward, and their thoughts were written directly on their faces.

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Granny's expression was conflicted. He felt like he was being manipulated. If he agreed, he knew he would never get a high salary, but he was really unwilling to refuse.

"Well, you win, half-elf."

In the end, Granny hung his head dejectedly. He still couldn't refuse. This skill from his ancestors ten thousand years ago was too tempting.

"Very well, Granni of the Oak family, I allow you to study my weapons and armor, and you will be responsible for the work of blacksmith, stonemason, jeweler, and brewer in my camp."

Karen was satisfied with Granny Oak's choice. He was a small dwarf and easy to control. This guy had obvious weaknesses and was really at a disadvantage.

"What about the salary?"

Granni felt something was amiss. He was excited to have an ancient armor to research, and he could accept taking on multiple responsibilities, but what about the salary? Why wasn't there any mention of it?!

"I've already allowed you to study my weapons and armor. Isn't that enough?"

Karen looked puzzled, as if allowing Granny Oak to study his weapons and armor was already a great favor.

"Oh! You damned half-elf vampire! How could you treat a dwarf brother like this! The half-elf god will curse you!"

Karen's words immediately broke Granny's defense. Granny didn't expect that this half-elf was not even going to give him a bronze lion!

"Unless food and lodging are provided!"

Without waiting for Karen to say anything else, Granny put forward his own request. This was the most basic request. He couldn't just work without eating.

(End of this chapter)